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Sam
I gulp in fear. The Grievers.
Alby comes running up to our group. "Guys get ready to run, okay." He looks over to me, then nods in understanding. He probably heard all the arguing a minute ago.
Minho glances at me. "Me, Sam, Jeremy and Mike will go and get some weapons. You guys," Minho says, pointing to Newt and Alby, "I'll see you soon."
Me, Minho, Jeremy and Mike run quickly to the map room. I manage to keep up along the way.
I scramble into the map room, frantically searching for some weapons. "Over here." Minho calls over his shoulder.
We all stumble to his side, Minho pulls out a key, unlocking the door. "Welcome to the Weapons room." He smiles.
I kiss him on the cheek and rush inside, slipping throwing knives and daggers into my pockets. Minho walks over to me, he kisses my nose and slips a runners pack over my head, just like Thomas's. He takes some more throwing knives and slides them into sheath at the back of the runners pack. He adds a machete aswell.
I have afew spears in my hands and a couple of machetes. I hope this will be enough.
We all run out of the map room equipped for a fight. As we walk outside the map room a crowd begins to form by one of the doors. We run over. "Newt! What's going on?" I ask.
"I don't bloody know, I came to see what everyone's yapping about." Newt sighs, rubbing his chin with a dirt covered hand.
Whirr
Click
Click
I gulp nervously. I have never seen a Griever before. What will it look like?
Whirr
Click
Click
The sounds grow closer and closer. "Newt, I think we should go to the gathering hut." I whisper.
Newt opens his mouth to reply when another gruesome shriek erupts from within the maze. The clicking and whirring begins to come closer and closer, as the Grievers begin to run towards the glade.
"Hide!" Alby yells to the frightened gladers.
The crowd disperses. Gladers run everywhere, towards the fields, into the homestead, some clawing and scraping at the box - screaming for the gladers inside to help them.
I stand at the doors, fixated in something on the wall. It shines in the moonlight, hidden by a clump of ivy.
"Minho wh-" I start, but I am cut off by Minho screaming:
"Come on Sam! We've gotta hide!"
I feel frozen in place. My legs don't seem to work. I blink at him. Minho yanks my arm and begins to drag me towards the cornfields as the Grievers flood into the glade.
We crouch in the field, hidden by the tall plants. I look over to Clint, who smiles reassuringly at me. I smile back. Suddenly a sharp claw reaches over the corn plants for Clint. "Clint! Watch out!" I scream.
He looks behind him, eyes growing wide as the claw grabs him. I reach for his hand, but he is flung away. I scream in horror.
Minho jerks me to my feet. We run from the cornfield. Gladers are everywhere, all running towards the gathering hut. A griever begins to run towards a small group of Gladers.
Minho yells for Thomas and passes him a machete. Giving me the spares. "Sam, go to the gathering hut! Me and Thomas will get the griever!"
I nod, tears filling my eyes. I let go of his hand and I run towards the gathering hut. Jeremy went with Minho and Thomas, so that leaves just me and Mike.
I sprint into the gathering hut and collapse onto the floor, panting for breath. "Sam, are you alright?" Newt asks, crouching down by my side.
I nod, sitting up. Minho, Thomas and Jeremy run into the room, followed by the Gladers that they saved. Gally and a couple of builders begin to board up the door, as they enter.
I run over to Minho, hugging him with all my might. I squeeze him tightly in my embrace. Hugging him like my life depends on it.
